At some point in your growth, it becomes quieter inside.
- Michael Singer
I think I laughed when I read this. Quieter? Really? That really happens?
And then, two days later, I started to experience extraordinary levels of stillness. I say extraordinary, because it didn’t feel like me one bit.
They say that we become what we think about. Maybe.
But what was also true, is that after six weeks of renaging on my yoga practice (happens to the best of us), I (re-)started a new practice that knocked my socks, and all the thoughts in my head, off.
It was like being born again. I am now calmer, sharper, clearer, more aware. I feel very good in my own skin. It was a feeling I had somehow lost, as I became embroiled in my self-imposed, daily rat race.
In this grounded simplicity, I am suddenly able to listen to the air as if it were vibrating.
With the stillness pregnant with infinite possibility, I somehow feel that I can (co-)create anything I desire – from a space of allowing inspiration to germinate inside me.
It is both beautiful, and strange.
As I have said many times, we simply don’t recognise our own power. It’s that idea that we are everything and we are nothing. We hold all the magic in the Universe, and yet we are utterly insignificant.
It is so very quiet.
It is so very still.
Lao Tzu once said that “to the mind that is still, the whole Universe surrenders.’
It truly delights me to announce that this is, indeed, true.
